Planted Dream

Something tore through us: some sort of energy; and we
Pardoned liberty; and dined freedom; but only in a dream.
I saw her: pain sighted pain; and she felt me: a tear and
Flame. Such hesitance: and such patience: and such

Tension. I couldn’t speak: the fence was webbed, and
Flame was burning; and soul to heart: the light was red;
And heart to soul: a thought was green; and evermore—a
Floating dream. She saw me: the softest speech. She

Spoke, and sought an exit. Something lived; and
Something died; and cryptic vibes—distorted time; and
Such a ghost; and such a tear: a cultic rite: a zenic spear;
And thus a vibe; and thus a light: a wellic volt: the vault
Of life; and soar a dream, the stream of chants: a silent
Thought: a soul of plants.